Falaise

In the darkness of the caves, sound served as a compass for mankind. Screams were needed to lead the way. Songs were needed to light up the darkness. Here, too, humans and animals scream, search, grope. They move forward as best as they can in the tunnel of times. Is it the foot of the wall or the top of the world? Does life die here or is it reborn? They fall and rise with the same clarity, the same innocence, the same insistence. They want to survive. At any cost. They are a flock. They are a crowd. Almost a family. And in the gaps left by a world in ruins, they invent something new. Another end of the world is possible - it has already begun.